Dad drove me there, been a long time since i sat behind him on a bike . I thought back to when i was still young, when we first moved here, granny was still living over at Bukit Batok, so all of us were running two and fro visiting granny now and then . It was that time when i sat on dad's bike often .
I miss those young days, when we play all we want, when we live just next to granny and see her every single day . When we all sat outside the front door watching granny do yam cake . We played hop-scotch, catching, we visited Gong-bi uncle and his door, we ran up and down the corridor . It was so fun . Though we were poor, we don't have much toys, but we always play in the afternoon, and watch television as a family at night . Where were those days ? Will it ever happen again ? I guess not .
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